Life is Futa Chapter 16

So the actual Googling and watching YouTube videos about treating sports injuries is a little awkward with Lili just lying there, but once Max rewinds all that and gets to work it goes OK. It’s not as though she has to do surgery or anything; the hardest part is maintaining her concentration when all Lili has on is that sports bra.

The infirmary is well-stocked with everything that Max needs. Ice packs, lidocaine patches, and antiseptic and bandages for the nasty scratch on Lili’s shoulder from where she rolled after being thrown. Max’s first aid is a little sloppy, so she rewinds and does it again. It’s impossible to tell if Lili is impressed since she just lies there.

Speaking of which, what’s up with that? She didn’t even say anything. She just got almost naked and got on the table without a single word. This is that bougie entitlement. She’s used to being waited on. Max isn’t exactly offended; she’s too nervous and excited for that, but she doesn’t want to work for free! Well, that isn’t it. It’s not like she demands payment or sexual favors or anything. But a little acknowledgment would be nice.

She has an idea. The way Lili is lying on the table, now quite comfortably with the patch on her lower back and cold packs on her knuckles, calls to mind a massage table.

Max discreetly watches another video, then rewinds and approaches the table. Even with the power of time, she’s nervous to do something so forward with someone like Lili. She’s not just beautiful and talented, she’s a martial artist who bravely takes on better fighters and is stoic about getting her perfect ass handed to her. She’s the kind of girl that Max would’ve watched from afar in the past and considered out of her league.

As expected, Lili doesn’t seem surprised to receive a massage. Max is hoping for a little positive feedback, which she gets in the form of soft sighs of pleasure from Lili. It’s good enough, but massaging is actually hard work, and Max isn’t very tall. She’s on her tippy toes, stretching and reaching to get at both of Lili’s shoulders at once. On top of that, it’s tricky to give a decently firm massage while avoiding the injured areas.

Max pauses and looks at her phone. It’s not unusual for massage therapists to get on the table. She clambers up and straddles Lily. At least this way things will be symmetrical and with less twisting. Max leans forward and proceeds, but barely a minute later she’s also in danger of a lower back injury. She needs to rest her weight; she’s not a martial arts goddess made of core strength like Lili is.

But… she can’t sit on Lili’s injured lower back. There’s just her butt. Her perfect, bare butt.